Seventy years had passed since Ieuan Gilmore last saw the South Korean hills he patrolled as a young man, on guard against an enemy who watched and waited as he did for them.
At the time the hills were brown and barren, scarred by explosions and lifeless. The only Koreans who Gilmore encountered were destitute children or old farmers in rice fields.
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